Squirrel without a Name

JJ has just finished mowing the lawn in the pouring rain. It was sunny when he started, and the washing was out, but within ten minutes there was a deluge. That's the disadvantage of living in a bowl (well not an actual bowl, of course), but we can't see the weather heading our way from the west.

This is the only squirrel in the garden I recognise because she's got buttons up the front, but she doesn't have a name. Over to you for the most imaginative name you can come up with please.

I must get down to the Tower of London to see the poppies. Is anyone else planning to go down? I know most people say they go up to London, but I always go down there.

Have a good weekend.